I sent in my pic, and a SASE, then mostly forgot about the ad. A few months later, the producers contacted me. They gave me the date and location of...the shoot for what would be the third release of the series. I eagerly awaited the date, not sure exactly what would be required of the talent. On the night of the shoot, we entered a large studio, which was mostly empty but for the production equipment and staff. There was also a raised stage area. There were about twenty other guys, all. It's literally just a blob of...well...something blobbly and glowing. Not sure what. Has no face, one arm and hand with three fingers, and no legs. It's hovering about a foot above the ground - here in this alley, where it had zapped you away from the oncoming truck.You calm your breathing a bit - trying your best to focus on the current situation. "Sorry...I'm listening," you say, "Mr. Blob." My name is not Mr. Blob," says the Blob. "It's...well...it's unpronounceable to humans, so call me. Mom and I both gasped as the first picture was seen. It was ashot from my waist to my head; I'm looking toward the sky and am slightlybacklit, creating a halo around my head. It was the most beautifulpicture I had ever seen and it would have been so with any other model.Mom's eyes had filled with tears."You're so beautiful," was all she could say.Mom spent more than two minutes staring at the photo, and dabbing at hereyes with a tissue. As she slowly turned the rest of the pictures, I coldsee. Meine Frau hat noch nie gesagt, ich hätte gut gekocht. Er sagt mir jeden Abend, was ihm gefällt und was ihm nicht gefällt. Nachdem ich abends wieder zu Hause war, hatte ich eine Aussprache mit meiner Frau. Es flogen mal wieder die Fetzen. Sie würde für alles aufkommen und ich würde gar nichts beitragen. Nun war mir klar, dass das keinen Sinn mehr hat. Ich habe mich dann auf die Couch gelegt und gepennt, am nächsten Tag einen Wagen geliehen und meine Sachen eingepackt und zu Sebastian gebracht..